All Poems
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Appearances
© Lesbia Harford
I hated them when I was four years old,
The bright pink berries on the pepper tree.
And now they seem quite beautiful to me.
My tower of dreams when I was four years old
Charles Augustus Fortescue, Who always Did what was Right, and so accumulated an Immense Fortune.
© Hilaire Belloc
The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:
In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,
He was extremely fond of sums,
Jetsam
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BESIDE the coast for many a rood
Were fragments of a shipwreck strewn;
And there in sad and sombre mood
I walked the sands alone.
Atonement
© Aline Murray Kilmer
WHEN a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying,
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
I wake in fear and put out my hand to find you
With your name on my lips.
Seven Years
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Seven years have flown like seven days,
Like seven days of shining weather,
Since we, forsaking single ways,
Trod earth and faced the skies together.
Don Juan's Serenade
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!
The Hunter Of The Prairies
© William Cullen Bryant
Ay, this is freedom!--these pure skies
Were never stained with village smoke:
Sonnet XLIII: Thou Canst Not Die
© Samuel Daniel
Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound
In feeling hearts that can conceive these lines;
Pastel: Masks and Faces
© Arthur Symons
The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.
To Louise
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes,
And may rave in their rhymes about wonderful queens;
On William Morris
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ENTER Skald, moored in a punt,
And jacks and tenches exeunt.
Over the Hills and Far Away
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
The Mead A-Mowd
© William Barnes
When sheädes do vall into ev'ry hollow,
An' reach vrom trees half athirt the groun';
On The Marriage Of A Virgin
© Dylan Thomas
Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's light
Surprised in the opening of her nightlong eyes
The Grave Of Howard
© William Lisle Bowles
Spirit of Death! whose outstretched pennons dread
Wave o'er the world beneath their shadow spread;
Lines. "'Tis all in vain, it may not last"
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Tis all in vain, it may not last,
The sickly sunlight dies away,
Gavota
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Señor, Dios mío: no vayas
a querer desfigurar
mi pobre cuerpo, pasajero
más que la espuma del mar.
Tom's Garland: Upon the Unemployed
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Tomgarlanded with squat and surly steel
Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick
